He came through the second surgery like the eel-killing bad-ass that he is, and after another 4 or 5 days in the hospital, he is finally at home again. I have been in Alabama, sleeping at the hospital so my mother could rest a little bit.
She has Lupus and the stress of all this is making her own organs try to eat themselves.
I am may be slightly stressed, too. Hard to say really, HO HO HO, unless the previous blog entry and my entire hide can be read as indications.
I broke out in a glorious all red rainbow of what I thought were stress hives on my cheeks, chest and arms. Then we all noticed… my mother the same ones—and hers were not stress hives. They were a rash her LUPUS was causing. Butterfly rash or something. I wasn’t listening very well. But yeah, it was very the same actually.
SO I came yesterday and had to get tested for Lupus.Me to Alison, while I was waiting on the results: “I WANTED THE SCYTHING COLD FAITH LIKE AN IMPLACABLE BLADE! I WANTED THE UNIMPEACHABLE LITERARY GENIUS! WHY AM I ONLY GETTING FLANNERY O’CONNOR’S FREAKING LUPUS?”
As you may have guessed from the title, the test was negative: I do not get eaten by lupus at this time.
Dad is recovering much more REASONABLY this time, it seems. It’s going to be a long, slow road, but he is ON IT and heading steadily in the correct direction. He should be golfing again this summer. I am going back to Alabama tomorrow.
I miss you, Oh Best Beloveds.